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Date: May 19, 2019 Body of Water: Waquoit Bay, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: Maritime 1480 With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 5:30 AM - 9:30 AM Conditions: Clear, but clouding over; strong and persistent southerly wind The wind kept me at the junction of Childs River and Eel Pond. I'd started my day a bit earlier, hoping to capitalize on a strong topwater bite. Despite that plan, I had more obvious refusals than hookups to start, and the catching started slowly. I turned to the jig/fluke combination to scratch out a few fish. The bite I envisioned commenced at about 7:30 AM. Targeting shallower water near the height of the tide with a slightly smaller and more subtle popper provided an hour or so of excellent action. As that bite fizzled out with the slackening tide, I returned to the fluke and had a slow pick of fish. But these tended to be smaller. With plans to go sailing that afternoon, I stopped at 22 stripers to 22 inches, all in about four hours of effort. Date: May 19, 2019 Body of Water: Bourne Pond Outlet, Falmouth, Massachusetts Boat: None - Surf fishing With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 2:15 PM - 4:30 PM Conditions: Overcast but clearing; strong and persistent southerly wind over 20 mph; mid-falling tide at outlet of Bourne Pond I scored a quick nap while my hosts considered their sailing plans and waited out a line of rain storms. After an hour's delay and some oceanside reconnaissance, it was determined to be too windy to comfortably sail! I knew it was too windy to consider launching my little boat, even in the protected waters of Waquoit Bay. But, with the tide starting to fall, I decided it would be an excellent time to try surf fishing at one of the various salt pond outlets. My arrival at Bourne Pond coincided with the strongest portion of the outgoing tide, and a group of birds identified the likely presence of bait. The strong wind and some mung limited my presentation options, and I pretty quickly settled in to throwing a single-hooked, 1-ounce Crippled Herring tin. This lure provided the necessary casting distance with the desired small profile. I concentrated on the outlet current seam and the adjacent white water over a shallow bar. On an initial cast, I felt a tap; and on the next cast, I hooked up. It was the first of four stripers up to 24 inches that I would land here. I missed a couple of fish, too. I'd made another good call; this audible had payed off. I was surprised at how yellow these fish were. The oceanside water was much colder, too, and these fish were a bit lethargic, as compared to the inland fish. What do I have to say about this? Recently at work, we'd been handed a pile of lemons. We managed to turn them into a Turd Sandwich. Here, the wind had handed me another pile of lemons. I'm pleased to think that I turned them into some delicious and refreshing lemonade! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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